Chill when you're dead, man. As your "personal physician", I insist you put that big brain...

Henry:

[in a fake preaching voice]
Imagine a land, if you will, where a man can be a man. A land where he can indulge in all those animal urges, far from the petty judgments of parents and teachers and less-enlightened peers. A land where he can ride the demon! Phil:
Yeah! Henry:
Behave bad! Phil:
Bad! Henry:
Whatever he goddamn well pleases,and no one gives a shit, including the cops. Phil:
Tell it, Brother Henry! Henry:
I'm talking real freedom, my friend! Phil:
Real freedom! Henry:
Not this overregulated bullshit that passes for liberty in our country. Phil:
Hell, no! Phil:
!Vamonos a la frontera! [Let's go to the border!] Phil:
Arriba Mexico! Henry:
We leave right now, we hit Manzanita right about the time the strip joints open. Phil:
I'm gonna get laid. Henry:
You're kidding? I finally convinced our upstanding minister's son to get his cherry popped. Phil:
Pop! Ed:
Let's pray he doesn't contract an STD. Henry:
Worrywart. Ed:
[opens his wallet and hands Phil some condoms]
Fellas, say hello to the senoritas for me. Henry:
Come on. man. You're not gonna hang around here. All right? All the poonsies are hooked up or singing "Kumbaya" with the art fags. Ed:
Any other time. I'm there, All right? I just have a lot on my mind. Henry:
You want a Zoloft, man? I think I got one. Ed:
I just wanna chill. Henry:
Chill when you're dead, man. As your "personal physician", I insist you put that big brain of yours to rest and go a little nuts, okay, for once